Except that in the end he chooses not to kill Gin, even though the blond psychopath ends up dying anyway.

If it's any consolation, Elena doesn't really make a habit of doing what she did in Black Gambit. And there is a scientific explanation behind the "prophecy" which keeps getting mentioned.

Those are indeed 5 of the seven classmates. The other two are Kaito and Shiho. Now, none of these seven people (or Ran, who was also there) remember what happened on that day, or of meeting each other on that day. Only Masumi remembers. Elena Miyano was behind what happened on that day.

Atsushi has been busy working on something that will null Yoko's plan (which the White Organisation predicts will eventually be chosen over the Council's plan). Both of them will die. But if it's any consolation, Shiho, Akemi, and Satoshi will be finally reunited as a family at the end.

One reason that I disliked Black Gambit was because of its excessively dark tone. I'm trying to move away from that now.

Spoiler:

Yeah, I misstated things—I meant that as an example of Shinichi's morality not truly being overridden, through it was in every moment since Ran's death up to that point. And, again, the Organization can just up and resurrect him, so Shinichi technically gets off, like Elena.

Looking forward to it!

Of course she'd set it up... I suppose that explains why Shiho/Ai is one of the seven.

Ah, I see.

I didn't find it too dark. What'll you do when the time comes for another Black Gambit-esque story?

“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.” “Education never ends... it is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last.” ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Complete Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and His Last Bow"I have decided to stick to love... hate is too great a burden to bear." — Martin Luther King Jr. (A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches of Martin Luther King, Jr)

Except that in the end he chooses not to kill Gin, even though the blond psychopath ends up dying anyway.

If it's any consolation, Elena doesn't really make a habit of doing what she did in Black Gambit. And there is a scientific explanation behind the "prophecy" which keeps getting mentioned.

Those are indeed 5 of the seven classmates. The other two are Kaito and Shiho. Now, none of these seven people (or Ran, who was also there) remember what happened on that day, or of meeting each other on that day. Only Masumi remembers. Elena Miyano was behind what happened on that day.

Atsushi has been busy working on something that will null Yoko's plan (which the White Organisation predicts will eventually be chosen over the Council's plan). Both of them will die. But if it's any consolation, Shiho, Akemi, and Satoshi will be finally reunited as a family at the end.

One reason that I disliked Black Gambit was because of its excessively dark tone. I'm trying to move away from that now.

Spoiler:

Yeah, I misstated things—I meant that as an example of Shinichi's morality not truly being overridden, through it was in every moment since Ran's death up to that point. And, again, the Organization can just up and resurrect him, so Shinichi technically gets off, like Elena.

Looking forward to it!

Of course she'd set it up... I suppose that explains why Shiho/Ai is one of the seven.

Ah, I see.

I didn't find it too dark. What'll you do when the time comes for another Black Gambit-esque story?

Spoiler:

Eventually I'm gonna have to write another really dark episode. Black Apocalypse (the name of the ten-part finale that I'll eventually write) will be darker than what I've written so far. But at least I can have a lot of lighthearted episodes in between.

Spoiler:

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes

Eventually I'm gonna have to write another really dark episode. Black Apocalypse (the name of the ten-part finale that I'll eventually write) will be darker than what I've written so far. But at least I can have a lot of lighthearted episodes in between.

Spoiler:

Now there's an attention-grabber... and I'd also say it's good to have a story that's length is quite alike to Clash of Red and Black (585–590 and 595–609/491–504).

“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.” “Education never ends... it is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last.” ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Complete Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and His Last Bow"I have decided to stick to love... hate is too great a burden to bear." — Martin Luther King Jr. (A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches of Martin Luther King, Jr)

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes

Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes